OK, not really but read on and you will get the picture.
Me last night: Anna, please come here for a minute.
Anna: OK *runs into laundry room*
Me: Want to tell me why there is a game die in the washing machine?
Anna:Oh, I was thinking about taking it to school.
Anna: So me and some other kids can play a game on the playground! *she smiles with satisfaction because obviously this is the best idea evah!*
Me: *My Overactive Imagination gets the best of me as I picture my child yelling out bets while the other kids take their turns with the dice, then getting busted and being carted off to juvie in cuffs* Oh-ho-ho-ho, no. I don't think so.
Anna: OK. Why?
Me: *MOI kicks in once again as I picture myself explaining the misinterpretations and consequences of taking dice to school... then Anna asking me to pause for a minute while she grabs a notebook and pen* Don't worry about it, kid. Just... no, OK?
I tell John the story this morning, and he nods his head. "Sweet. Daddy needs a new pair of shoes."